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Port’s Poem
Many cancelled tournaments in 2020 - for this we were bummed, But thank goodness Covid restrictions couldn’t steal all of our fun. Curt and his team pushed through all the mess, Giving us chances to tee it up and our games to test. We could still walk the links - face free of masks, But tending to bunkers without rakes was a challenging task. Leaving them alone just didn’t seem right –As a ball in a footprint creates quite a plight. Putting with the flagstick remaining in the hole, Tested many people to the depths of their souls. Percentages say it’s better left in, But given the choice – I will take it for the win. Did you all know… Holtgrieve contested a “hole in one,” that bounced in and then out? Yes, the shallow plastic cup caused a major pout. He argued his case to the USGA, But it said, “No go Jim”, try to get one on another day. Courses logged record numbers of rounds, People walked more - losing some pounds. Over this past year people have seen the light, Understanding golf is the greatest game in life. You can play it with your kids, wife or dog, Tee off in rain, snow or fog. And now in a pandemic it’s become the new rave, To be honest, many of us golf did save! Getiing out in fresh air kept our minds strong, And spirits were lifted when the ball flew straight and long. So we will keep gratitude in our hearts each time we play, Thanking the Lord for granting us another day. We will mourn the lives this virus did take, And cry, “Hurry up with the vaccine for goodness sake!” As 2020 reaches its end and is no more, We join together in gladly closing the door. And thank goodness this rhyme is also finished and done, Consider yourself fortunate, it was read not sung.
- Ellen Port
